(wooo well this sure is a thing. for the record, this is sexual ageplay and daddy kink, so if that's not your jam, move along. i also had some VERY lewd additional ideas but i figured i should just keep that to myself lmao)
When they started this, Brian definitely didn't think he was going to enjoy it as much as he does.
He'd agreed because hey, he's game to try anything once, and he trusts Liam and Sam. Ashley already gave her seal of approval for stuff like this, so Brian figured he'd give it a shot, and if he didn't like it, they wouldn't do it again.
He definitely didn't think he was going to get off on calling Liam daddy.
It's early on a Wednesday morning, a rare occasion where they've all managed to clear their schedules for the day. Brian is laid out across his couch, clad in footie pajamas patterned with rubber ducks, half asleep. Liam is in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. Brian feels a hand on his back, and blinks his eyes open.
Sam smiles at him. "Hey, handsome," he says. "Daddy's almost done with the pancakes. Let's eat up before bathtime, okay?"
"Mmm. 'Kay." Brian sits up and takes Sam's hand.
Sam sits him down at the kitchen table, then sidles up to Liam to kiss him. Brian can only just hear their flirtatious murmurs, but he busies himself with the rocket ship plate in front of him.
"Here you go, baby," Liam says, sliding two big, perfect pancakes onto Brian's plate. "You want syrup?"
"Yes."
Sam tweaks his ear lightly. "Try that again."
Brian rolls his eyes and says, "Yes, please."
"That's better," Liam says, opening up the fridge. "I'm sure Papa will cut up your pancakes for you, won't he?"
"Of course." Sam leans over and cuts the pancakes into small pieces- appropriately child-sized, naturally.
When Liam comes to the table with the maple syrup, Brian moves to take the bottle, but Liam pulls it back. "Ah-ah, I don't think so. You use way too much, baby boy; you're gonna give yourself cavities. Daddy'll take care of it."
Brian pouts, but leans back and lets Liam pour the syrup over his pancakes. It's not quite enough, so Brian looks up at him with sad, wide eyes, and Liam sighs and adds a little more.
He eats happily, only half listening to Sam and Liam's conversation. There's some talk of going to the park later, a mention of I-C-E-C-R-E-A-M, which Brian blithely tunes out because while he can certainly spell, little boys can't.
He finishes breakfast, and Liam and Sam bring him to the bathroom to wash up. "You want bubbles, buddy?" Sam asks, starting the water.
Brian crosses his arms. "Don't wanna bath."
"I'm very sorry to hear that," Liam replies. "You're still gonna take one."
"Nuh-uh."
"Baby, you're all sticky," Sam says. "If you don't get cleaned up you're gonna feel gross all day."
Brian just shrugs.
"I'm gonna count to three," Liam warns. "If you're not getting ready for your bath by the time I get there, you know what's gonna happen."
Brian says nothing and makes no move to start getting undressed.
After the countdown comes and goes and Brian is still unmoving, Liam sighs, grabs him by the wrist, and marches him into the bedroom, ignoring Brian's whines.
Liam sits down on the end of the bed and pats his lap. "Come on," he says. "You know what to do."
Brian stares at the floor, pouting, and Sam has to unzip his pajamas for him and guide him, naked, onto Liam's lap.
"We're gonna do five swats," Liam says. "It'll be more if you give me any lip, you got it?"
"Not gonna take a bath," Brian says. Liam sighs.
"All right, six it is."
The slaps across his bare ass are sharp, but not too hard; Brian knows that while his daddies like playing this game, they don't enjoy hitting him especially hard when he's little. (The bad spankings are for when he's himself and mouthy as ever.)
After the sixth swat, though, he has tears in his eyes, and lets out a sad little noise as Liam sits him back up. "'M sorry, Daddy," he says.
"I know you are," Liam says, gently rubbing his back. "It's okay. You're still our good little boy. And we know what good boys get, don't we?"
Brian nods, grinning despite his stinging ass, and gasps softly as Sam slides a lube-slicked finger into his hole. He stretches him open to fit three fingers while Liam pumps his cock, whispering gentle praise the whole time. Sam's fingers press against his prostate just as Liam plays with his balls just the way he likes, and he comes with a shout, spurting messily all over Liam's hand.
"That's my sweet boy," Liam says. "What do you think, Papa?"
"I think he really needs a bath now."
Brian just smiles and leans his head on Liam's shoulder. "Yeah, okay."
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"Playing House"- Liam/Sam/Brian
Date: 2017-02-09 03:03 am (UTC)When they started this, Brian definitely didn't think he was going to enjoy it as much as he does.
He'd agreed because hey, he's game to try anything once, and he trusts Liam and Sam. Ashley already gave her seal of approval for stuff like this, so Brian figured he'd give it a shot, and if he didn't like it, they wouldn't do it again.
He definitely didn't think he was going to get off on calling Liam daddy.
It's early on a Wednesday morning, a rare occasion where they've all managed to clear their schedules for the day. Brian is laid out across his couch, clad in footie pajamas patterned with rubber ducks, half asleep. Liam is in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. Brian feels a hand on his back, and blinks his eyes open.
Sam smiles at him. "Hey, handsome," he says. "Daddy's almost done with the pancakes. Let's eat up before bathtime, okay?"
"Mmm. 'Kay." Brian sits up and takes Sam's hand.
Sam sits him down at the kitchen table, then sidles up to Liam to kiss him. Brian can only just hear their flirtatious murmurs, but he busies himself with the rocket ship plate in front of him.
"Here you go, baby," Liam says, sliding two big, perfect pancakes onto Brian's plate. "You want syrup?"
"Yes."
Sam tweaks his ear lightly. "Try that again."
Brian rolls his eyes and says, "Yes, please."
"That's better," Liam says, opening up the fridge. "I'm sure Papa will cut up your pancakes for you, won't he?"
"Of course." Sam leans over and cuts the pancakes into small pieces- appropriately child-sized, naturally.
When Liam comes to the table with the maple syrup, Brian moves to take the bottle, but Liam pulls it back. "Ah-ah, I don't think so. You use way too much, baby boy; you're gonna give yourself cavities. Daddy'll take care of it."
Brian pouts, but leans back and lets Liam pour the syrup over his pancakes. It's not quite enough, so Brian looks up at him with sad, wide eyes, and Liam sighs and adds a little more.
He eats happily, only half listening to Sam and Liam's conversation. There's some talk of going to the park later, a mention of I-C-E-C-R-E-A-M, which Brian blithely tunes out because while he can certainly spell, little boys can't.
He finishes breakfast, and Liam and Sam bring him to the bathroom to wash up. "You want bubbles, buddy?" Sam asks, starting the water.
Brian crosses his arms. "Don't wanna bath."
"I'm very sorry to hear that," Liam replies. "You're still gonna take one."
"Nuh-uh."
"Baby, you're all sticky," Sam says. "If you don't get cleaned up you're gonna feel gross all day."
Brian just shrugs.
"I'm gonna count to three," Liam warns. "If you're not getting ready for your bath by the time I get there, you know what's gonna happen."
Brian says nothing and makes no move to start getting undressed.
After the countdown comes and goes and Brian is still unmoving, Liam sighs, grabs him by the wrist, and marches him into the bedroom, ignoring Brian's whines.
Liam sits down on the end of the bed and pats his lap. "Come on," he says. "You know what to do."
Brian stares at the floor, pouting, and Sam has to unzip his pajamas for him and guide him, naked, onto Liam's lap.
"We're gonna do five swats," Liam says. "It'll be more if you give me any lip, you got it?"
"Not gonna take a bath," Brian says. Liam sighs.
"All right, six it is."
The slaps across his bare ass are sharp, but not too hard; Brian knows that while his daddies like playing this game, they don't enjoy hitting him especially hard when he's little. (The bad spankings are for when he's himself and mouthy as ever.)
After the sixth swat, though, he has tears in his eyes, and lets out a sad little noise as Liam sits him back up. "'M sorry, Daddy," he says.
"I know you are," Liam says, gently rubbing his back. "It's okay. You're still our good little boy. And we know what good boys get, don't we?"
Brian nods, grinning despite his stinging ass, and gasps softly as Sam slides a lube-slicked finger into his hole. He stretches him open to fit three fingers while Liam pumps his cock, whispering gentle praise the whole time. Sam's fingers press against his prostate just as Liam plays with his balls just the way he likes, and he comes with a shout, spurting messily all over Liam's hand.
"That's my sweet boy," Liam says. "What do you think, Papa?"
"I think he really needs a bath now."
Brian just smiles and leans his head on Liam's shoulder. "Yeah, okay."